One more 24km route march left to go before I pass out of BMT as a private. I know I'll feel very reluctant to leave my section mates behind; they've been great pals and buddies! But I guess I should try to treasure the next few days with them. And especially Kendrew, the greatest buddy one can ever have...

I'm still drifting in this world... There's little anchorage for me, no foothold anywhere. And surprisingly, the safest, most secure, and warmest little bay that can shelter this little vessel from the winds and rains is one that I never really expected. I guess I should cherish that. BMT has taught me well: to cherish those little things.